So it’s come to this. I’m talking about people cutting off their feet. And to an audience of how many? one? If I’m lucky. When I started this weblog, I worried that I’d have nothing to say, and now I’m worried that I might be proving myself right. I don’t really care about a complete stranger chopping off his paralyzed feet for money, so why am I linking to it? Maybe it’s because it’s Monday and I’ve spent the entire afternoon typing equations, scanning pages, going blind from boredom. Yeah, sure, why not.
Month: October 2001
One of the funniest things I think I’ve ever heard on television is “…from the writer of Armageddon.” Silly rabbit, I thought. Armageddon didn’t have any writers. So I gave that show, NBC’s Undercover, a miss and watched Alias on ABC instead. Pretty cool stuff…which, now that I look at it again, was written by a screenwriter from…Armageddon. Dangnabbit. At least the universe is not without a sense of humor this morning. Now if I could just figure out a way to watch Buffy: the Vampire Slayer when I don’t have UPN…
Oh, and I’m not entirely sure how I ended up here, but I want out. God bless that back button.